Two Eyes Cenote return

A little thing came to her—a kid, she realized. Medusa blinked at them, and had to pause to ask herself what anyone else other than herself would do. Be nice, probably. Her song died in her throat and she sat on her haunches.

Hey there. You know about Akashingo? she asked, wondering—could this runt even speak yet? How the heck was she supposed to know the development rate of these guys?